Tide of Bird Song

Washing in the sun

and out the black

Serenading sea of morning

chime this earth

Gone to sleep the slugs

the blind snakes and bats

Rats toads moths

crickets in silence this light

Tide wakens the snoring

the soil the breeze

Of this day now butterflies

dragonflies birds and bees

To chase the pollen

to fly in the breeze

This tide this wakefulness

sings to thee